am I just a ghost in your world?

I watch you pass me in the hallway
a tangible ghost
you talk but I'm not listening
because I'm the ghost
and I've got no time
for your living problems

You want me
you say you want me
but all your words are about you
and even if I had something to say
you wouldn't know
because you dare not ask
the hard questions

I feel like a spectator
in my own science experiment
where I'm the subject in my own
rat maze of emptiness
and I forgot the way to the exit
or maybe I just forgot to give myself
an out

I'm not happy
I'm not happy here
but you give me nothing to hold onto
no surprise gifts just because
no tunes you heard on the radio
you just had to share
no dates out where it's just the two of us

Home is sameness
home is boredom
home is monotony
home is taking me for granted
and expecting me to not leave
when I get tired of waiting
to be more than a ghost in your world